Elves during summertime
with their drink and songs
They smile and they laugh
they help right my wrongs

When they're waking up
they jest with the birds
When they're winding down
they leave loving words

Elves on the mountainside
they frolic and they play
A place I can visit
but I cannot stay

Walking through the city
Rather;
The city's remains
Seeing bodies being thrown about in every which way

A starving child here
A screaming man there
The enemy scrambling for the politician's hair

Running through the streets and what remains
Filled with smoke and flames
The picture of shame

Half a day
On half power
Half productive
but doubly
Relaxing

Halfway down
A mirror to my past
Of misery
And now regret
A quarter to go
It's churning in my guts
A splash in the world
A ripple to remember
A mirror of nothing

Your ****** Powers
Are nothing in the face of
My double ax slap

Covered in thoughts
Soaked in regrets
I'm starting over
From nothing
Again

In the wake of recent events
I have concocted a potion
Of lies and mischief
Of sins and virtue
One sip is a trip to nirvana
One glass is a slap in the face
But to see it, you must be blind
And to taste it, no tongue.
How can I exist if I'm not real?
How could you trust my deceit?
You should worry, for I tend to linger
But not too much, or your hair will turn grey.
Such an anomaly I am, one to never truly fade
But I stay in uniform and conform to complacency.